Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PRISON , by - YBN Nahmir. Release date: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PRISON |
| So much money in my pockets, it ain’t shit you could tell me |
| Drunk as fuck, coolin' in the trap off of that Remy |
| Fucked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties |
| Still in the hood with the gang gang, my enemies bitches |
| Twelve hit the spot, they started askin' about all them cars that was rented |
| I don’t know a thang |
| 'Cause when it was pressure, all my friends turned to snitches (All my friends |
| turned to snitches) |
| I swear to God, know it ain’t shit to drop a bag when they kill 'em |
| Self-defense and I’m bonding out, I can’t see me in no prison |
| Self-defense and I’m bonding out, I can’t see me in the system |
| Know the opps be tryna wet me up, they bitches be hittin' me |
| But I’ma chase all these fuckin' bands, fuck you and yo' clan |
| Like «Where the safe?» |
| My bitch come through and she smoke you and yo' mans |
| Like «Where the cake?» |
| I need that bread, fuck all that shit you be talkin' 'bout |
| True Religion, Robin jeans every time I stepped out the house |
| I got a bag, you niggas broke, so how you say I fell off? |
| I get the cheese, I ain’t no rat but I got P’s in the loft |
| Come through shooting at you niggas like I’m Jayvon |
| Niggas thought they caught me lackin', had that Glocky .45 |
| If he slide, he gon' die |
| We gon' send you to the sky |
| Since them niggas shot my brother, it’s guaranteed that I’ma ride |
| I might have to send that kite, gon' and take a nigga life |
| FN with a thirty clip, it complete the mission right |
| Watch how this young nigga bounce out with that .44, get to spillin' shit |
| Bitch, I been, been had them packs |
| Bitch, I been, been had them racks |
| Errytime these niggas see me, bitch, I’m always in the trap |
| Momma told me watch these niggas, 'cause they’ll stab you in the back |
| Yo' homie tried it, he got whacked |
| So much money in my pockets, it ain’t shit you could tell me |
| Drunk as fuck, coolin' in the trap off of that Remy (Bitch, I’m off of that |
| Remy) |
| Fucked this ho and she stupid bad, she squirt in her panties |
| Still in the hood with the gang gang, my enemies bitches |
| Twelve hit the spot, they started askin' about all them cars that was rented, |
| I don’t know a thang |
| 'Cause when it was pressure, all my friends turned to snitches (All my friends |
| turned to snitches) |
| I swear to God, know it ain’t shit to drop a bag when they kill 'em |
| Self-defense and I’m bonding out, I can’t see me in no prison (I can’t see me |
| in no system) |
| (Gang) |